The myths and folklore of traditional people the world over are replete with descriptions . . . of refugia, the inviolable strongholds of animals and plants of which the storyteller and her people steer clear . . . missing only the human, and holding out the promise of a less tumultuous future.
—Barry Lopez, Home Ground
The sparrow is an opened book, an angel
parted down the breast, head turned to the side
so one black eye can search the stippled sky